Quotes About Atmosphere

There are those airports which make you feel better, and there are those airports that, when you go there, your heart sinks: you can't wait to get out of there. They both function as airports, but it's the things that you can't measure that make them different.

The drone is a very fundamental part of my music, although it's not always present.

A silly lilting wavering tune came from before her in the dusk - a tune in which major notes with their cheerful insistence wavered and melted into minor sounds, as, beneath a bridge, the high lights on dark waters melt and waver and disappear into black depths.

He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you.

Perhaps when her eyes closed the sultriness of the night had changed to the momentary freshness of the turning dawn

He had played to Rasputin on the night of his murder. Rasputin, for all his psychic powers, had clearly not picked up on any of the tension in the atmosphere.

She was glad that the bleak sky threatened rain and that the air was finally turning cold. All that warm sunshine seemed to demand perkiness and pastel-colored clothing.

The air had that heightened energy, that guilty pleasure of tragedy.

He needed the warmth of the sun to take away the chill of foreboding that grew in him.

And if any landscape can provide darkness, with a very real hint of menace, it is most surely the Fens.

church led by a lead pastor with a prophetic-pastor gift mix will have a strong atmosphere of inspiration, faith and the expectation that God will work.

To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.

Something compelling and attractive surrounded walking anonymously at night in the streets of Arrakeen.

She had led him from the command post into a chilly night canopied with stars like stone-edged facets of shattered brilliants.

In the silence that came between them, a breeze from a ventilator could be heard fingering the blinds.

the afternoon shadows gloomed the depths of the city

Un vehemente cataclismo de colores inundó el cielo mientras el astro desaparecía tras el horizonte.

A faint green-pearl luminescence etched the eastern horizon.

Gregor's glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather—the rain drops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge—made him quite melancholy.

Limerick gained a reputation for piety, but we knew it was only the rain.

Huge live oaks, hung with Spanish moss, partly hid a stately white Southern mansion in need of paint. Wisteria blossoms hung bell-like from vines climbing the walls. The Hardys mounted the steps of the still stately portico, supported by high, once-white round columns. Frank knocked repeatedly on the door. There was no response. As they circled the neglected structure, they rapped on windows, called out, pounded on side and back doors, with no results.

Os postes da rua projetavam um reflexo pálido no teto e na parte superior dos móveis, mas ali em baixo, no local onde se encontrava, estava escuro.

St James' Park was always, in the course of my career, a great place to play football, for the wildness of the crowd and the no-holds-barred football that both my team, Manchester United, and Newcastle would play.

I always think Michelle Williams is excellent in her work. And I do love Sofia Coppola. She always creates something so atmospheric. I love Wes Anderson, Roman Coppola, Andrea Arnold.